In early August, Chu Huiguo.

The gilded bronze palace occupies a quarter of the city's land and stands on the north side of the city. The emperor is poor and extravagant, the palace is made of the best nanmu, the stone steps are also paved with white jade, the carved beams and embroidered pillars, the golden gate of the Qionglou, a magnificent scene, showing the situation of the prosperous age.

It is also that palace, and the crisis that lurks around it has long been looming.

Walking out of the Taihe Gate, it was not far from the palace gate, and Ning Feixue stopped in front of the Jinshui Bridge. She gave her maid a look and motioned for the wind to be beside her.

"Si Chen, this time to Shanyang City, sister believes that you will definitely be able to win the war. However, if you want to gain a firm foothold in Chu Huiguo, meritorious service is one of them, and the most important thing is to have your own forces. Now, Shu Shengxuan is our biggest obstacle, if the Marshal's Mansion does not fall, it will be difficult for you to come out one day. The battle in Shan Yang City has been fought for half a year, and the armies of Chu Huiguo and Liangchang Kingdom must be both defeated, this is the best opportunity to get rid of Shu Shengxuan and the Marshal's Mansion......" Ning Feixue explained to Ning Sichen, her ruthless eyes, and the graceful judgment in front of the people.

"Sister."

Today's Ning Feixue is now a concubine in the palace and the emperor's favorite concubine. That gorgeous dress, a noble title, is the pursuit that many women have spent their lives enjoying.

However, Ning Sichen's face could not find any relief.

"Ahem" The maid coughed lightly, interrupting what Ning Feixue was about to say later. Ning Feixue turned her head, and a palace maid was walking towards them.

"Niangniang, the emperor ordered the slave to pass you back." The palace maid walked up to Ning Feixue.

"Got it." Ning Feixue's voice was a little unhappy. And the palace maid, after passing the word, stood aside and didn't look like she was leaving.

The stakes are heavy, and once it is leaked, it will be a disaster to kill oneself. It was not easy to come to this point, and Ning Feixue was cautious in handling things. Originally, she still had something to explain to Ning Sichen, but because of the presence of the palace maid, Ning Feixue had to stop there.

In fact, even if Ning Feixue didn't say those things, Ning Sichen knew about them. Her only concern was that he was too stubborn on some things.

There are many disasters, chaos in the world, and finally chaos in people's hearts.

"Sister will be in the palace, waiting for your triumphant return." Ning Feixue said.

The word "triumph", Ning Feixue's tone was clearly two points heavier, how could Ning Sichen not hear it, his black eyes became deeper and deeper, but he didn't say anything.

"Mother." The palace maid urged again.

"There are no eyes on the battlefield, so be careful at all times." Before parting, the coldness in Ning Feixue's eyes melted away, and it was replaced by the pity and concern that all sisters and younger brothers would have when they parted. She raised her right hand and skillfully smoothed the wind-wrinkled placket on Ning Sichen's shoulder, and only after a long time did she withdraw her outstretched hand. "Go ahead."

They have long had no choice but to do so.

"I'm leaving." Ning Sichen took one last look at Ning Feixue, turned around, and strode out of the palace gate.

Rumbling, the palace gate crossed the ground and was quickly closed.

Outside the palace gate, Ning Sichen stopped, he raised his head, the sky quickly darkened, and the thick black clouds continued to roll up, until the entire sky completely turned black, as dark as splashing ink.

Night, dark, bottomless, boundless.

Si Chen, I have wronged you.

It's been a year.

After that day, Ning Feixue's heart also died with it, and to live was to pay ten times and a hundred times the price for everyone.

The night breeze was blowing, and it was a little chilly, Ning Feixue gathered her clothes, turned around and walked towards the depths of the palace.

……

Compared with the smoke of gunpowder on the border, the war is not endless, the intrigue in the palace is surging, and the imperial capital of Chu Huiguo, Pingcheng, is another scene.

A crescent moon appears and disappears in the sky, and it should be a time to rest and sleep, and many portals are still shining, and there are people walking around in the wide street market.

The most famous flower street in the imperial capital, Willow Lane, a green building called "Water Pavilion Fang", the red lantern hangs on the pillar in front of the door, the door is the beauty of the ribbon dance scratching their heads, the noble sons in gorgeous clothes embrace each other, the door is like a market, and the flashy atmosphere is overflowing.

Wind and snow, all kinds of men and women, but there is a familiar figure.

"Prime Minister, the imperial court has a clear rule that officials of all sizes are not allowed to enter and leave the Qinglou Chu Pavilion." Ning Sichen stopped at the door of the Water Pavilion and didn't continue to walk forward. Although he said politely, his face already showed a little disgust.

Together with Ning Sichen is Chu Huiguo's current prime minister - Zhou Pingshen, about forty years old, obese, with a round face, seemingly kind eyebrows, but in fact he is an old and cunning person.

"Rules are dead, people are alive, how can a living be bound by the rules of death? It's just that General Ning doesn't look down on these warblers and Yanyan. Zhou Pingshen didn't mind Ning Sichen's attitude, and he didn't mean to leave, so he said jokingly.

"The Prime Minister has misunderstood, the army is about to be dispatched, and the last general will not dare to miss the national affairs for his own momentary pleasure." Ning Sichen doesn't like this kind of officialdom entertainment the most, but he can't help himself in officialdom, so he has to excuse himself.

"Tigers also have times when they nap, let alone people." Zhou Pingshen didn't let Ning Sichen go.

"Your Excellency." Ning Sichen was embarrassed.

"General Ning has just been entrusted with a heavy task by the emperor, and a few glasses of water and wine are all regarded as congratulations to General Ning. Why, General Ning doesn't give the old man this face? Zhou Pingshen's last sentence deliberately accentuated his tone.

"Then thank you, Prime Minister." Ning Sichen couldn't offend Zhou Pingshen either, so he reluctantly agreed.

"General Ning, rest assured, he won't miss a big deal." Zhou Pingshen walked towards the Water Pavilion, and Ning Sichen followed behind.

As soon as Zhou Pingshen entered the Water Pavilion, he was greeted by the turtle prince and led him and Ning Sichen to the wing room on the second floor. It can be seen that Zhou Pingshen is a frequent visitor here.

Zhou Pingshen sat down on the window seat, the window was open, and the downstairs lobby was in full view.

Tonight happens to be the day of the monthly selection of the Oiran in the Water Pavilion Fang, and the workshop is particularly lively, on the stage in the center of the lobby on the first floor, the women perform one by one.

"General Ning, look at that girl." Zhou Pingshen tasted tea unhurriedly, he looked downstairs, and suddenly said to Ning Sichen.

Ning Sichen followed Zhou Pingshen's line of sight and looked downstairs, at this time, a woman in white walked up to the stage holding a pipa, it was a very beautiful woman. Unlike other Qinglou women, they are not amorous, not enchanting, faint beauty, gentle beauty, but they are light-hearted and moving.

"I didn't expect that there are still such women in the Water Pavilion." I don't know when, Zhou Pingshen had already turned to Ning Sichen, and there was a cunning light in his half-squinted eyes. "General Ning is already in the age of a weak crown, and it seems that there are no wives and concubines in the house."

"If you haven't made a career yet, how can you start a family?" Ning Sichen withdrew his gaze and got up. "There are still a lot of things to arrange in the army, the hour is not early, and the last general really wants to go back."

"That being the case, the old man will no longer be forced to stay." Zhou Pingshen no longer stayed in Ning Sichen and got up together. Ning Sichen had arrived at the door, and Zhou Pingshen said again. "Shu Shengxuan is in his twilight years, General Ning is young and promising, and he will be able to replace him in time, and the old man will wait and see. When General Ning returned triumphantly, the old man would have a big feast. ”

Zhou Pingshen was thinking about something, Ning Sichen understood it very well in his heart, and everyone tacitly understood it.

"The last general will take his leave." After Ning Sichen said that, he left.

When he went downstairs and passed through the lobby, Ning Sichen looked at the woman in white on the stage again, the woman just raised her face, and when her eyes crossed the crowd, there was a moment when she seemed to touch his gaze. However, it was only for a moment, and the woman's gaze quickly looked away.

Is it a delusion?

In the wing room on the second floor, Ning Sichen's every move was all in Zhou Pingshen's eyes.

At the end of the song, the woman in white on the stage looked in the direction to the left, and Ning Sichen had already left. She walked off the stage with the pipa in her arms and disappeared from everyone's eyes.

Not an illusion.

He didn't recognize her, but she did.

In an elegant room in the backyard, in addition to the woman in white just now, there was another man in brocade.

"Miss, it's Ning Sichen." The man in brocade is called Zhu Xiao, and the woman in white is named She Shuman.

The name She Shuman is by no means unfamiliar to some people in the imperial capital. She Shuman was silent for a long time.

"The emperor has issued an order to order Ning Sichen to lead 100,000 troops and set off for Shanyang City the day after tomorrow." Zhu Xiao reported the news he found to She Shuman. "Ning Feixue is ambitious, and he hates the Marshal's Mansion even more, Ning Sichen is here, and he is afraid that the war in Shan Yang City will be a blessing or a curse."

"What about the people from the Marshal's Palace?" She Shuman asked.

"The old marshal and the second general are both fighting in Shan Yang City and the army of Liangchang Kingdom, and there is only Miss Shu San in the mansion."

"Light Moon." She Shuman's expression was extremely complicated.

"Miss, do you want to meet Miss Shu San, what happened back then ......," Zhu Xiao said.

She Shuman shook it, she was ashamed of the Shu family, and she was even more shameless to face Shu Qingyue.

"The people of the Marshal's Mansion will be wary of Ning Sichen, and Qingyue will find a way. It's just that it's hard to be light. She Shuman looked up at the dark night sky. Continue to check the battle of Purple City. ”

"Yes." Zhu Xiao walked out of the room.